Where daemons breath and they die.
Like lava (coming) from within, I spit my world.
Like lava (coming) form within I spit my world.
Lies come and grow, detracting the outside.
Like lava flowing from inside.
A circle of fire, lies and blood, burning inside.
Ruin comes from within.
1 | Burden |
2 | Crawl |
3 | Fragments |
4 | Window |
5 | Motionless |
6 | Dust (The Circle Part I) |
7 | Dream Rise |
8 | Intro / Dark Patterns |
9 | Faded Pictures |
10 | Settled Down |